Colonel Munro, Captain Hood, Kalagani, and I took our places in the forepart of the train. Sergeant McNeil and his companions were at the back. Kalouth, at the furnaces, kept up the supply of fuel, so that the pressure of vapor had already reached five atmospheres. Banks was in the howdah with Storr, and kept his hand on the regulator.
The moment for departure came. At a sign from Banks, the driver touched the spring, and an ear-piercing whistle resounded through the air.
The elephants raised their heads, then drawing back a little, they left the way open for a few feet.
A jet of vapor started from the trunk, the wheels of the machine were put in motion, Behemoth and the train advanced together. None of my companions will contradict me when I assert that there was at first a lively move
